In which she satisfies suspicion with weeping

Original Poem: “En que satisface un recelo con la retorica del llanto”

Translation of “En que satisface un recelo con la retorica del llanto” by Victoria Nahley

This evening, my love, when I spoke to you,

I saw in your face and your actions

that with my words I could never persuade you,

I wished you could see into my heart;

and Love, who’s attempts were assisting me,

defeated what seemed impossible:

for through my tears my pain spilled out,

my undone, distilled heart.

Enough, of hardness, my love, enough;

let tyrant jealously torment you no more,

nor let vile fears clash your mind’s stillness

with silly shadows, with hollow signs,

for in a liquid form you’ve seen and you’ve touched

my undone heart which dissolved between your hands.

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